hot tea

Free tea thinking
Dangerously hot
Between my hands
Keep me moist
And warm
On the long winter night
A bag to sit and brew
Brings me to boil
Then leaves
To simmer and stew
Ever darkening thoughts
Steeping and brewing
Spicy fantasties
Half seen in smokey steam
Illusive visions of you

Hot wet open leaves
Tremble in the cold air
Still warm in my cup
Strong enough
For a second
I ask them my future
They reply
In small mysteries
My best move I see
Attempt to try to guess
Which way best
To please them

You and your
Chai spiced body
No sense is enough
To drink you in
One fleeting taste
Leaving a sweetness
In my mouth
That cries for more
Until I am full
And full of you
I rest this cold night
Warm in your arms
And smiling